Poposusz

your art style is so cute╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

THANKS A LOT 🥹🥹💗💗!!!!!! It's been ages since I draw this guy, hope he still looks silly in this wonky doodle hehe >:·3

If you go to the blog, there are two trading cards made by me and @spheresr4cubes on the banner! I thought it’d be fun if we added cards/stickers from each event until there’s a huge pile of them!

If you want to add to the pile, reblog this post with one (1) of your own cards or stickers! Then I’ll add everybody’s creations!

last line game: share the last line you wrote!

( then tag as many people as words, or however many you want! )

From an untitled WIP for the superblond bingo :)

He can do ninety through twilight traffic on a motorcycle mostly without freaking out about it, and he can dismantle a handgun in under five seconds, and has the upper body strength to pull himself onto a ledge by his fingertips — a skill that more Gothamites should have, considering.

I am not tagging forty-some people just because I can't write a concise sentence to save my soul XD but I will tag some folks who I'm pretty sure have active WIPs that I am really curious about for no particular reason...

He loved Cathy, but his boss could be a bit much, better than most bosses he'll give her that, and the woman loved to chat but really Bernard needed a moment. Amy sat in his lap as he stared at the celing of the bus, this was his life now, he got himself in this situation so he better make the most of it and get some time off work.

From my parasitic without the parasite fic ch3! Im still at the very start of the chapter but i swear it will come out eventually i promise =_=

Um.... idk who actively have wips rn so tagging my mutuals who i know write

Her footsteps cause a small headache to build on top of the concussion, and Luke—not his name—groans as he draws away from Guy. The entire group is moving, and Guy hooks an arm around Luke’s—still not his name—back.

“Can you stand?” Guy asks.

Asch is uh. Very confused rn. Get amnesia’d loser (affectionate)

He bit his lip in anticipation, his hand now firmly on the door handle awaiting the okay to come back into the room.